This hiking trail is an offshoot of a larger trail, little more than a worn dirt track winding through the thick Appalachian woods. The last hiker to pass by you was over an hour ago and the country out here seems almost primordial in its isolation. Which makes it all the more surprising when a tennis ball flies out of between two trees and bounces to a stop in front of you. A moment later a girl comes jogging out, chasing the ball and shouting "Hol' on Junebug! I'll get it!" The girl has th...